about Quakes of all kinds

**just for clarificatin: q-u-a-kes not q-u-a-cks**

1. My father is unusually obsessed with earthquakes...being in them mostly. When we were in Chile early last decade it was on the wish list. Sure enough, there was one the first night which I was sure he slept through. However, he insisted it jolted him out of his slumber.  So, now--nigh on ten years later--he and my mama have been here visiting and we have been awaiting the ground shake. Yesterday, they decided to take a little road trip and sure enough, no sooner were they out of town and in a car than the ground swirled (it was a swirly one for those of you familiar with how earthquakes come in different motions) and they were not here to feel it. i deem this tragedy a result of not asking God specifically enough. I asked that there be an earthquake while they were here, rather than that they get to feel the earthquake while they are here.
2. Starting a new job always comes with a few settling in issues. When you work at a place long enough, your body just mindlessly goes wherever you need: cafeteria, dark corner, bathroom. At my last job, the only thoughtful things about the bathroom were to check for ants twice a year when they seasonally came in. One of the first days I was here, I went into a different stall and proceeded upon sitting to be CONVINCED we were having an earthquake, only come to find out that the toilet quakes. To make matters more awkward however, i can't remember this--and am always surprised at the "toilet quake" for a split second. *insert old lady joke here*.
3. Last night was spent watching "Good Indian Girl" videos in an attempt to figure out how to wrap my sari in advance of Trev & Angie's wedding reception tomorrow night in Vancouver. The last time this creation saw the light of day was 6 years ago in a strange land called Lucknow--hours by train from Delhi. Let's call this adventure in dressing a "marquake" because I nearly shook myself to death trying to get the pleats right.